Pancakes and Rammestein

"Oomph!"
"Seriously Cazz, what the hell!" Kate groaned out. Having the full weight of her rock chick friend land ontop of her at...what was the time? Kate glanced at the clock beside her bed, 10:00am was seriously not the best way to wake up with a slight hangover, dry mouth and nowhere near enough sleep.

"Up and at them girl. Freddie's on the phone."

Kate grabbed the phone. "Hey Freddie. How's things?"

"Great. How are you? Did you arrive ok? Is the Villa Ok? Are..."

"Hold up, Freddie. Everything is great. The sun is shining, the Villa is awesome and we had a great time last night. Didn't drink to much and we all ended up home in one piece." Kate laughed through Freddie's obvious concern. He was such a Dad.

"Happy to hear that Kiddo. So plans?"

"Sun, beach, Ocean, tequila and lots of lots of sex!"

"Now, now not too much tequila...What did you say SEX!" Freddie sputtered out.

"Kidding, totally kidding Freddie. You know me, one man in my life is definitely enough for me and you daddio totally fit the bill."

"Completely had me going there."

"How are the girls?"

"They're doing fine. Margaret's taken them out to the park. They miss you off course, but you know they're 3 and 4, introduce them to swings and ice cream and they're happy. You have a fantastic time. Do not worry about us."

"Sure thing Daddio. Love you. See you when we get back" Kate said goodbye and hung up. She really hadn't been away from Freddie and family for anymore than classes and study for the past 3 years. It felt strange being so far away, but Freddie was right. She needed to chill, Kate's all work and no play attitude was the making for a very unfullfilling life.

Kate wondered through to the kitchen. Cazz was busy making pancakes, singing at the top of her lungs to Du Hast. "Honestly Cazz, German rock at 10:45 am? You don't even know the words."

"I do...well at least I know the chorus. Anyhoo how on earth was I going to wake up enough to work the stove and crack eggs without some loud hard rock?"

"Right, right. I forgot, not normally a morning person." Cazz managed to make it to all her classes, but in her free time she was most definitely a night owl. It was not unusual for Cazz to pull an all nighter to get an assignment in on time. Along with her night owl tendencies Cazz was totally the best cook she knew. Kate was already drooling at the thought of breakfast.

Pam and Clare appeared at the kitchen door. "OJ now!" demanded Pam. Kate could tell by the half closed eyes and the hair bun that the Hangover was in full swing with Pam. Clare in contrast looked like she was ready for classes, bag in hand and tablet under her nose. "What is that great smell?" Clare asked.

"Pancakes, scrambled eggs and Chai Tea, for my girls" sang Cazz from the stove. Du Hast had moved onto Sonne and Cazz was happily flipping pancakes whilst dancing around the stove in her XXXL Billy Idol t-shirt.

Kate couldn't help the huge grin on her face. She was feeling young, alive and so very happy to be spending these days with her crew. it was all she could do not to hug each off them so hard.

"You know I love you guys, don't you!" Kate told them with such a tearful look that it took all of 2 seconds for the 3 friends to rush into a group hug. "We love you too." They said in unison. Kate shoo'd them all away. She was happy and she knew that part of it was definitely due to these 3 girls and they just needed to know how much she appreciated them.

"Right ladies, breakfast is served." said Cazz from the dining table. "Come on, get your asses over here and enjoy my wonderful creations. Plus I cooked so, so not doing the washing up!"

The day had been so good. They laughed, sunned themselves, and ate some fab Mexican food from the stall near the beach. Back at the Villa, they were having a chill and checking out their social media. Kate was busy reading some fan fiction about her latest OTP which at the moment was Skyeward. She'd managed to catch up with the latest series before heading down to Mexico. The series was heading in a direction she wasn't that happy with, they really moved away from the Ward redemption and she was worried that her OTP would never happen. Fan fiction was the only way to keep the dream alive.

Kate was no stranger to dreaming better scenarios for her OTPs and in her wildest dreams she changed her fate, her future. She dreamed that one day they'd meet again. She had loads of scenarios of how that meeting would go. What she would say. Sometimes it was all sunlight and roses, they'd see each other across a crowded room. Their eyes would meet, they would smile at each other and they would walk towards each other. They would touch, they would kiss, they would admit how much they had missed each other and confess to those feeling that had never gone away.

Sometimes she would see him, take out a gun and shoot him in the face...Ok she wouldn't do that, but her anger at him and the way he'd thrown them away would surface and she'd just want to rage at him. Make him see what he had done. How he had broke her, how he had broke them. They'd still end up pressed up against a wall, with his hands grabbing her ass, her hands fisting his hair tightly as he consumed her mouth, sucking and biting down her neck and telling her he was sorry.